Tag: sun

philosophy, poetry

The Glory of Dawn

TulipBrook

In city life, though the dawn scenes are filled with the hustle bustle of people and vehicles jostling their way to their respective destinations, yet the charm of nature never seems to fade away.

Every morning, when the roads are starting to fill,

A half awake sun imbues the torpor sky with beams so resplendent,
And arise the avian cohorts of yesterday to hail the arrival of their departed companion.
The hidden flower now shyly unveils its beauty and scent.
And becomes visible the till now  uncomprehended boisterous stream’s clarion.
We, humans just mere onlookers of this nature’s spectre,
Walk past those freshly sunbathed roads,
And wonder, indeed this is the glory
of dawn.

dawn : sun : nature

inspiration, philosophy, poetry

Free Soul

TulipBrook

I found freedom in,

Dancing to my own music,

And singing my own song,

Unapologetically being myself,

Every single moment,

Even if I falter and break a bone,

Or strain my vocal chords,

I’ll just push myself more,

And expand my existence,

Like this limitless sky above.

I relished every moment,

From the glory of morning-

The fresh fragrant breeze,

That invigorates those weary senses,

The sweet songs of birds,

That make this ambience magical,

The balmy rays of the sun,

That inspires one to go ahead with the day,

Like a fire that lights up everything it touches.


And as the night beckoned,

I simply relaxed imagining,

The majestic mountains,

And the enigmatic sun dance,

The blooming valley,

And the aromatic air,

The soulful sky,

And the calming water,

The morning bird songs,

And the evening starry nights,

All that nature has offered,

Generously to us,

Every single moment.


If ever I felt lonely,

With no one to hear and speak,

I talked to the trees,

These little flowering buds,

The cuckoo and the crow,

Sitting on the porch,

Or my little pet dog.

I went beyond human dependency,

And experienced a connection,

With other lifeforms too.


Days pass in joy,

As I live to the fullest,

Learning and sharing,

Creating and caring.


Again the night arrives,

With a full moon this time,

That gives hope to everyone,

To be child-like and dream,

To love this life and stay adventurous,

To think of the unimaginable,

To talk about the unbelievable,

And,

To never give up in life.


As I fall asleep,

I live an explorer’s life,

Who packs his bags,

And goes on an adventure-

A trek to the mighty Himalayas,

A deep dive in the deep Pacific,

A skydiving thrill in the listless sky of Dubai,

Cycle non stop in tour d’France,

Or run a half marathon in an event,

Somersault like a gymnast in a circus,

Dance and swirl on my toes like a ballet dancer,

And make every moment truly enjoyable,

Sharing a playful vibrant smile,

And a pristine sparkling love wherever I go.

LIFE: FREEDOM: HAPPINESS

poetry, Soulful

Cosmic Balance

TulipBrook

This mysterious unfathomable darkness,

Radiates an omniscient brightness,

Splitting to perform a spectral dance,

Where the lunar energies make erratic moves,

Amplifying to a soprano of intense emotions,

And diminishing to a contralto of shallow apathy,

And varying frequencies in between,

Creating a plethora of patterns,Untamed and boisterous,

Mellow and reticent,

Amounting to a noisy inteference.


But this playfulness needs discipline,

An orderliness to survive,

This existentialism.


Then comes to rescue,

The majestic solar conductor,

To attune the distorted chords,

And make a symphony,

Of a few coordinated steps,

And the influx of coherent beams,

Perform an alchemy-

A merger so alluring,

A mellifluous charm,

Sustaining life as we know,

In the form of a cosmic balance.

Sun: Moon: Cosmos

inspiration, poetry

Surrealism- The play of energy

TulipBrook

Who doesn’t love sunrises? Who doesn’t love remembering the same in dreams? Dreams have a power that can transcend the limitations of logic and knowledge. This sunrise from a low mountain range in sub-urban Mumbai took a special form. The poetry and the picture below explains this.

rings of light from a core of darkness

The Lines

A churning ball of fire,

Rising flames of unquenched desire,

From the abyss of dark reality,

Creating rings of concurrent plurality,

Approaching my dormant emotions,

Infusing a vigor in these latent notions,

Making my core shine,

With the light of the divine,

A call of existence,

To wake up from resistance,

And embrace this friction,

To overcome any restriction,

That hinders this soul,

To live its purpose, its goal.

SUN: FIRE: ENERGY